The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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Σελίδα 2
... look , and a gentle manner ; his action is persuasive , and the tones of his voice peculiarly so . We have known him only amid the uncongenial scenes of a great city ; but have been told that , among the hills and valleys of his native ...
... look , and a gentle manner ; his action is persuasive , and the tones of his voice peculiarly so . We have known him only amid the uncongenial scenes of a great city ; but have been told that , among the hills and valleys of his native ...
Σελίδα 4
... Look round her when the heavens are bare : Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth , - But yet I know , where'er I go , That there hath past away a glory from the earth . Now , while the birds ...
... Look round her when the heavens are bare : Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth , - But yet I know , where'er I go , That there hath past away a glory from the earth . Now , while the birds ...
Σελίδα 8
... looks through death , - In years that bring the philosophic mind . And O , ye fountains , meadows , hills , and groves , Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one ...
... looks through death , - In years that bring the philosophic mind . And O , ye fountains , meadows , hills , and groves , Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one ...
Σελίδα 16
... look like heralds of eternity : They pass like spirits of the past , -they speak Like sybils of the future ; they have power- The tyranny of pleasure and of pain ; They make us what we were not - what they will , And shake us with the ...
... look like heralds of eternity : They pass like spirits of the past , -they speak Like sybils of the future ; they have power- The tyranny of pleasure and of pain ; They make us what we were not - what they will , And shake us with the ...
Σελίδα 17
... look'd Upon it till it could not pass away ; He had no breath , no being , but in hers : She was his voice ; -he did not speak to her , But trembled on her words : she was his sight , For his eye follow'd hers , and saw with hers ...
... look'd Upon it till it could not pass away ; He had no breath , no being , but in hers : She was his voice ; -he did not speak to her , But trembled on her words : she was his sight , For his eye follow'd hers , and saw with hers ...
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Σελίδα 13 - MILTON ! thou shouldst be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Σελίδα 49 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Σελίδα 10 - Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Σελίδα 12 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Σελίδα 7 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Σελίδα 31 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Σελίδα 125 - Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Σελίδα 125 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Σελίδα 10 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Σελίδα 7 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone...